Zhong Li instinctively pushed Gu Nanxi away, looking at him with unease: "I... my back..."
"Actually, I already saw it when you fell in the bathroom last time. Do you really think I'd mind?"
Under Gu Nanxi's deep eye sockets, his gentle dark eyes were so tender one could drown in them. He reached out to hold Zhong Li again, his fingertips gently brushing through her hair: "I don't know what you're worried about. Do you really have so little confidence in me?"
The scar on Zhong Li's back was not just a little. He felt any man would care a lot, maybe even dislike it.
Actually, she just wasn't confident.
"I..." Zhong Li bit her lip, raised her lashes, and looked at Gu Nanxi: "Do you really not mind?"
"Silly, why would I mind? I like you as a person. Even if one day you become ugly or fat, I will still hold your hand tightly."
Her eyes were slightly red and moist. Ever since that big fire, she had become somewhat insecure.
